Free
I am no criminal
I am just cynical
All your excuses aside
Why do I see the darkest side
Humanity imprisoned me
Questioned my sanity
Now I know I'm not crazy
I'm just an ararchist baby
Devil they label me
Tell me I should be thankful I'm free
Lock me away for what I see
I peel away the surface of reality
I tear at it's core
There isn't much I haven't touched
Nothing to convince me anymore
That when you stray from the lines
There will always be someone watching
Pushing you back inside
Here in your blind spot I hide
Beconing the sheep to my side
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